Stealing From Me For Her Son
Language: en
Fresh out of prep school and heading into my freshman year at NYU, my parents decided I needed a "support system." That support system came in the form of Mrs. Albright, a live-in housekeeper they hired to make sure I didn't subsist entirely on iced coffee and takeout. The arrangement imploded the day I brought home a new handbag. It was a sleek, limited-edition piece—retail price: seven thousand dollars. When Mrs. Albright found out the price tag, she didn't just disapprove; she detonated. "You are spending my son's money!" she shrieked, her face turning a blotchy red. "Seven grand for a…